In this visceral track, Deftones explore themes of ennui and the destructive pursuit of sensation. The lyrics oscillate between expressions of boredom ("Dying of boredom") and intense emotional experiences, suggesting a struggle to find meaning or excitement in life without succumbing to self-destructive behaviors. The repeated exhortations to "look at what it's doing to you" serve as a caution against the allure of such extreme attempts at feeling alive, highlighting the internal conflict between desire and self-preservation. This tension is encapsulated in the aggressive tone and turbulent instrumentals, mirroring the chaos of battling one's own darker impulses. #Deftones #Lhabia
Lhabia
Lyrics
Somewhere, outside
There are tricks and evil
Holler downstairs while I drive
I make a plan just to get you back to what we're doing
I wanna burn you, wanna watch you
You'll think again, deep within, keep it deep inside
Yeah, while I serenade, buttercup, yeah, buttercup
And we can do it, suppose it again
Oh, slow it down and then we'll do it again and again
And make the best of a simple thing
To believe this, bound, coming through fire!
Dying of boredom
I'll try it all
Sixteen, olive
Bound by voice
I bleed again like a girl that can make 'em turn
Don't look, but I want it
Too much blood into my stomach, it's because it's sick
Pass through, break the bands between us
I can dare to go, but never what you can't do
What you get is never what you want to get
Now to pray your sigh is over like a doped drug
Like a voice, well, at least you fucking care
Dying of boredom
I'll try it all
Oh, I'll be faint
Like a crook
Let's quit
Look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Let's quit
Feels great but look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Feels great but look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Burn God down, starts to stir again
Fucking heretic, I've opened up this for me
Lack of sterile, I'll stack the bricks down
Hurt you too much, I'm working 'round to
I can punch through it, make the hair stick
Don't wanna hurt you, just to fuck you
I'm out of time, so I tell her to rest and to
I'll rely on these two and be fine
Dying of boredom
I'll try it all
I'll be faint
Like a crook
Let's do it
Look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Writer(s): Abe Cunningham, Chi Cheng, Camilo Moreno, Stephen Carpenter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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